Well, I suppose you'll all be happy to know that I had a nice cry today. I've held up ok, but couldn't hold it any longer.
Andrew knew I was meeting today to see the Psychiatrist that had tested Andrew and had analysed the results. Nothing terribly astonishing, except that all of his affictions are associated with a specific area of the brain: Frontal Lobes. The Dr. has recommended seeing a Nurologist because 1. There is no Family History of Chronic Massive Psychotic Depression, and 2. Andrew's Mental Illness came on suddenly.
None of this, however, made me crack.
It was the phone call from him: "Dad, do you know what's wrong with me?....can I come home soon.....?"
I explained what a Nurologist was, and that I would continue to do everything I could to get him home as soon as possible, and that I LOVED HIM VERY VERY MUCH.....